A few weeks ago, my son Kevin asked me to make some suggestions for his reading. I thought about that only for a moment - immediately I suggested that he read one of my favorite writers, Loren Eiseley. I went back and reread some of his marvelous stuff myself. In his book, All The Strange Hours, he talks about the experience he had at his father’s death. During the last days of his father’s illness, there had been no sign of consciousness. His father on his death-bed. Then, Leo came. Leo was his half-brother, fourteen years older then the son of an earlier marriage. Loren Eiseley always knew that the father had a love for Leo that he didn’t have for him. Leo was the son of his father’s youth, the son of a first love which had perished in her spring time, and of whom his father could never …